m y c r a z y d r e a m

"Long ago, in 1941 in New York City... in a Harlem club called 'Minton's Playhouse', a group of young jazzmen with new sensibilities gathered. Feeling bound by the established way of playing jazz, they desired more freedom -- the ability to play however they liked. Night after night, these musicians held open jam sessions at the club, matching skills with each other. And they created new music. Not just new music within an established genre, but a new genre unto itself. This music eventually came to be known as 'Bebop'. And in the year 2041, in space, the group of bounty hunters gathered on the spaceship 'Bebop' play freely, however they want. Fearing no danger, breaking with the established style, they will create new drama, and a new anime. And the work which has become a genre unto itself shall be called: 'Cowboy Bebop'."

Blue - Yoko Kanno

Never seen a blue sky
Yeah I can feel it reaching out
And moving closer
There's something about blue
Asked myself what it's all for
You know the funny thing about it
I couldn't answer
No I couldn't answer

Things have turned a deeper shade of blue
And images that might be real
May be illusion
Keep flashing off and on
Free
Wanna be free
Gonna be free
And move among the stars
You know they really aren't so far
Feels so free
Gotta know free
Please
Don't wake me from the dream
It's really everything it seemed
I'm so free
No black and white in the blue

Everything is clearer now
Life is just a dream you know
That's never ending
I'm ascending

Battlecry - Nujabes feat. Shing02

sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
the mental blade cut through flesh and bone
though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
missing the inner heat, life gets colder
oh yes, i have to find my path
no less, walk on earth, water and fire
the elements compose a magnum opus
my modus operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in micro
chip on my armor a sign of all-pro
the ultimate reward is honor not awards
at odds with the times in wars with no lords, a freelancer
a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan
only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battle cry

look, just the air around him
an aura surrounding the heir apparent
he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
he to the people and land, loyalty
we witness above all to hear this,
sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
set sail to the sun set no second guessing
far east style with the spirit of wild west
the "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
time for the chosen ones to find the best of
noble minds that ever graced the face of
a hemisphere with no fear, fly over
the blue yonder where
the sky meets the sea
and eye meets no eye
and boy meets world
and became a man to serve the word
to save the day, the night, and the girl too

some days, some nights
some live, some die